The passengers who had left Rome by night they had to stop until dawn at the small station of Fabriano in order to continue the journey.
At early morning, in a stuffy and smokey second-class carriage were five other people who had akready , a big woman in a deep sorrow was hoisted in- almost like a shapeless bundle. Behind her was her husband, he was a tiny man, thin and his, face death white, his eyes small and bright looking shy and uneasy.
Having at least taken a seat he politely thanked the passengers who had helped his wife and who had made room for, her then he turned round to the woman trying to pull down collar of her coat and politely said "are you all right dear"? The wife, instead of answering pulled up her collar to hide her face and eyes.
He felt it is duty to explain to his traveling companions that the poor woman was to be pitied for the war was taking away from her only son, a boy of twenty to whom both had devoted their entire life.
He felt it his duty to explain to his traveling companions that the poor woman was to pitied for the war was taking away from her only son, a boy of twenty to whom both had devoted their entire life.
You should thank God that your son is only leaving now for the front. Mine has been sent there the first day of the war.